Message-ID: <25135asstr$963306601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-WM-Posted-At: operamail.com; Tue, 11 Jul 00 01:30:19 -0400 X-WebMail-UserID: bobbijo From: bobbi Jo <bobbijo@operamail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <39E87DAD@operamail.com> Subject: {ASSM} RP: GWU 11/36 - Friday Night Frights {bobbi jo} (FF FM sm) Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2000 05:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25135> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw If you're under 18, delete this until you are of legal age to read sexually explicit material. It is fiction. Copyright is retained by the author. It may be archived only on sites where NO FEE is charged. Any print publication requires the written permission of the author. Please use a fixed-width font such as 'Fixedsys' or some of the text won't line up properly. Kristen's kitty will look nicer, too. Comments to bobbijo@operamail.com are appreciated. Spam is not. Put a story title or {ASS*} in the subject line. I delete other e-mail without reading it. Complete texts of bobbi jo stories are available through http://www.asstr-mirror.org author's pages or at http://www.freespeech.org/bjserotica if you can't cope with ftp. ---===**I**===--- RP or REV? Thanks to Mike Ink's excellent work, this post of the Good Wife University (GWU) story contains far fewer annoying errors than the first post in early 1999. Since the story is the same, I chose to call this a repost even though Mike found and corrected lots of errors. The original posting of GWU was interrupted when Eli's a.s.s.m. went down. The final chapters were posted only to a.s.s. This is the first post of the complete Good Wife University (GWU) story to a.s.s.m., a prelude to the first part of the GWU Alumni stories. In addition, a 'Prologue & Table of Contents' with a list of all the GWU characters will be added to this post. --- <1st attachment, "gwu11.txt" begin> Good Wife University (GWU) bi bobbi jo Chapter Eleven Friday Night Frights "How can you possibly satisfy your master's sexual needs dressed like that?" Jerry demanded when Tina submissively knelt before him with her butt plugged, a full head harness locking a short rubber penis in her mouth, and her hands cuffed behind her back. "Mmmff," she said around the gag, nuzzling Wendy's leg with her head. When Wendy looked down at her, their eyes met. Tina shifted her eyes from Wendy toward her husband and she made another sound around the gag. "Are your sure?" Wendy asked Tina, having received the message that she was to be the surrogate to service Master Jerry. To emphasize the point, Tina put her head behind Wendy and nudged the young woman toward her husband. "You're sure?" Jerry now asked, standing up from his chair to receive an affirmative nod from his submissive wife. "It seems I'm to be your gift," Wendy said softly, nervously. "I'm a virgin. Really. And I've never in my life gotten a man off like this," she added. Just a few days ago, she had taken a man's cock into her mouth for the first time. That was just a test, to see if she would obey and to let an experienced man evaluate her lack of technique. Now she was faced with the real thing... in public... in front of the other women. She was excited as she knelt, unzipped Jerry's pants, and engulfed the throbbing cock that jumped out at her face. Wendy didn't know many tricks, but she used her tongue to swish the bottom of the cock in her mouth and pressed firmly with her lips as she started bobbing her head. Jerry's arousal helped. So did his hands on the back of her head, setting the rhythm that brought him off quickly. Wendy desperately gobbled, wanting to please Jerry and to prove to herself that she could satisfy a man. Jerry groaned loudly, closed his eyes, and shot more spunk for Wendy to swish around her mouth, savoring the pungent taste. "Thank you," she smiled down at Tina. "But you'll have to be punished even more since I had to do your work." Tina's eyes smiled at Wendy as she rose, wiping a remnant of come from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and then licking it off. With Jennifer's help, they moved Tina to the rack and secured her in an uncomfortable, bent-over posture. One by one, the young freshmen striped Tina's bottom with the thin cane, wincing more themselves than Tina did. Maria devilishly remembered the Ben-Gay and massaged it into the wickedly cut buttocks. Even though there was no blood, most of the strokes had raised weals. They heard Tina's deep-throated whine even around the gag before Maria finished. It was Wendy who stepped in front of Tina and said, "If we release you, do you agree to be our slave for the rest of the weekend?" Tina, tears streaking down her face, nodded affirmatively and was released from the rack. She could barely walk, and the freshmen had difficulty staying in character. "Thank you for correcting my behavior for my master, mistresses," Tina sobbed when the gag was removed, reassuring them. "You're welcome, slave. Now present yourself to your master," Wendy ordered. "Yes, mistress." "Please, master," Tina begged. "Use my well prepared asshole for your pleasure. It's only warm now. The cream is no longer uncomfortably hot." Jerry was hard again. He forcefully removed the plug with an audible 'pop' and slammed into his wife's abused hole, burying himself completely in one violent thrust. "Yes!" Tina screamed as his lower abdomen met her still flaming bottom. "Yes, master!" It took longer to finish this time. And everyone watched in awe, even Clarice and Lucy. "This is getting a little heavy for me," Jennifer whispered to Debbie. "Me, too, but she's sure getting off on it." "Yeah. But now what?" "Let's ask Lucy." Lucy provided lots of ideas. "I'm pretty sure her safe word at home is 'Beetle Juice.' Our standard safe word is 'red'. If she says either one, whatever you're doing stops immediately. She won't say it unless it's really too much. She's much too proud. Have fun." --==*==-- Adrenaline was pumping, keeping Darlene alert. It was only ten but she hadn't heard a sound for half an hour, so she slid out of bed and crept down the hallway to the gym, looking for some sort of clothing. It was locked. Tiptoeing back to the office, she found it unlocked and got Tina's keys, gripping them tightly so they wouldn't jingle and alert someone. Then, still nude and barefoot, she crept out to Tina's car, praying that Tina had left something for her to wear in the little Ford. The dome light nearly blinded her, but she instantly saw a gym bag in the back seat. It contained only pair of exercise shorts and a thin tank top. Short shorts, Darlene realized when she pulled them on, and in Tina's size, not hers. The shorts were so tight that Darlene feared that they would tear, but the Spandex finally stretched around her big butt. And on Tina, the top would have been short, thin, and sexy. On Darlene, it was obscene. Her breasts nearly burst it, her nipples poking out the front in the chilly air. Frightened by her actions, Darlene started the car. She winced as she ground the gears, not used to a standard transmission. She was sure someone had heard the sound and that she would be carried back inside to suffer terrible punishments. Even with some moonlight, she had to turn on the headlights to see the driveway. She expected staff to show up and carry her off in chains at any moment. She breathed a sigh of relief when the old buildings were out of sight. She was surprised at the length of the gravel driveway. It took fifteen minutes for her to reach the gate -- which was closed. She slowed as she approached it, wondering how she was going to get it open, when it began to open by itself. As soon as she drove through, the gate switched directions and began to roll closed. Darlene shivered even with the heater blasting hot air on her body. She felt cut off from civilization as the gate latched behind her, and felt new fears that she would get lost with no money, no identification, no defenses, no watch, no shoes, almost no clothing, and no idea where she was. Tina told her it was easy to find her way back. "Just take the first paved left, go six miles, and then turn right. In about ten minutes, you'll start to recognize things," Tina had told her. But it seemed like she had driven for hours before she saw a road going left. It turned out to be a gravel driveway. And the next road, which even had a street sign and highway number, was also gravel, just a farm road. She was crying in fear, sure that she had missed the turn-off, when a paved crossroads came into view. She prayed that it was 'left, then right' and not the other way around as she turned. It was some minutes later when Darlene realized that she hadn't checked the odometer. "Go six miles," Tina had said. She considered going back to the crossroads but decided against it. She didn't check the route number that she came off of and intersections came up fairly often now. It was in the middle of nowhere when she came on a stop sign. Scared to death that she was going to get lost out here, she decided to turn right. After driving for what she guessed was ten minutes, she didn't see anything that she recognized. Tears made driving difficult as she continued, not knowing where she was or where she was going. She wondered again about turning back, but she knew she could never find the way. And then she noticed that the gas gauge was sitting below the E. 'At least it's June and not freezing,' she thought, wondering when she was going to be stranded in the middle of nowhere. It was then that she saw a sign for the state park, a park where her family occasionally came to fish for perch and bass, a place that she recognized. But Dwayne always drove. Could she find her way back? She sighed in relief when a sign came into view saying "I-81 -- 4.8 miles." Other red, white, and blue signs led her to the interstate highway that she knew would lead her home. Once on the four lane, she discovered that the Festiva had a fifth gear, not like the Beetle that she drove as a teenager. A chill ran down her spine when she saw flashing blue lights beside the road. She glanced at the speedometer to see the needle pointing to 75 and immediately let up on the accelerator pedal. She gripped the wheel in a death grip, sure that the state trooper had clocked her speed, that she was going to be arrested, taken to jail in the scanty outfit.. .. but the trooper already had his quarry. She saw the trooper facing a man trying to touch his nose with a fingertip as she coasted by the blue-gray car with the flashing blue lights. For the rest of the trip, she maintained her speed at exactly the posted limit and drove carefully so that she wouldn't attract attention, praying that the gas would hold out. New frights assailed her mind as she approached her family's simple wood framed home on the poor side of town. She didn't have a key and Dwayne was a heavy sleeper. Could she wake him without waking the kids? Would a neighbor see her in..? How would she explain..? She felt crazed when she pulled Tina's little car into the driveway behind Dwayne's pickup and got out, her nipples hardening almost painfully from the chill. Her bare feet were instantly cold from the damp ground as she looked around, hoping none of the neighbors were up. She tried the front door. Locked. And the back. Also locked. Then she crept around the side of the house. Their bedroom window was open but the screen covered the opening. "Dwayne," she called in a whisper. "Dwayne!" She knocked on the outside edge of the wooden window frame and then through the screen against a window pane. She whispered her husband's name louder, then softly called, and finally yelled, "Dwayne, damn you, wake up!" She spun around to lean against the clap boards with flaking paint and cursed herself and her husband and her luck and then nearly died of fright when she heard, "I thought that was you." "Dwayne, thank God!" Darlene gasped. They hugged. In seconds, the hug had turned into a lewd bump-and-grind. For their first thirteen years of marriage, Darlene and Dwayne often found themselves in similar groping embraces. Darlene always hoped and prayed that Dwayne would follow through rather than leaving her in need. But that morning, standing outdoors beside the house, remembering Clarice's mini-lecture about when 'dirty words' were appropriate, she told her husband, "Fuck me. Please?" With a growl, Dwayne pushed the thin tank top up and attacked her breasts, squeezing one roughly and sucking the other, grazing his teeth over the nipple. Interconnecting nerves in Darlene's body signaled her pussy to release a flood of lubricant that quickly wet the crotch of the little white shorts. She couldn't wait. "Here. Now. God, how I need you! Fuck me. Now!" "Back yard," Dwayne managed to say around the nipple that throbbed in his mouth. He pushed her backward, never breaking the embrace, guiding her toward the hammock stretched between the maple trees that ruined what might otherwise be a lawn. She leaned back into the ropes, stretching them. Dwayne grabbed her butt and lifted her onto the hammock, hooking under the waist band of the little shorts while his hands were there to peel them down her legs. He stood back and looked at his wife in the dim light of the moon and glow from streetlights. "You are one sexy slut," he growled softly. "Who needs to be fucked. Please don't make me wait." He smiled at what he saw. His wife, always a bundle of sexual energy, who hadn't used a cuss word in thirteen years, was stroking her pussy. He had only seen a woman play with her pussy in the porno' movies he sometimes rented or in magazines. But there was his wife, one hand holding herself open for him, and the other swirling around her lower belly. "I like it when you tell me what you want," he said softly. "Well right now I want your _COCK_ in my _CUNT_," she told him, spitting out the four letter words for emphasis and because it make her hotter and because he liked it. "Do it hard! Fuck me!" She was actually begging him. No chance of his being rejected, of her turning her back on him at the last minute while his nuts ached for release. He smiled as he moved against her and pushed, rocking the hammock up until her gaping sex was level with his cock. He aimed it with one hand and let her slide onto his shaft. Darlene wrapped her legs around her skinny husband and used her heels to drive him fully into her, sighing in satisfaction as she felt the wonderful sensation of fullness that she so loved. But this was different. She suddenly realized what she was doing, masturbating in front of her husband. Not just in front of, but with... She blushed. More accurately, she flushed with excitement, aroused by the naughtiness of what she was doing. 'And he likes it,' she realized. He said so. He liked it when she talked dirty. He obviously liked... Oh, shit! The combination of his cock and her fingers. She was there! And the most violent orgasm she had ever experienced exploded, surprising her. "Oh, gawddd." she gasped, bucking up, using the hammock's springy ropes to further increase the lovely friction as the first explosion subsided. "Ready to go to bed?" Dwayne asked softly. "Are you?" Darlene asked uncertainly. "Only if you are." She was tired. And afraid that a neighbor would hear them. Or one of the kids. But she was turned on. Dwayne's nice, average, but very satisfying cock was still hard and still firmly sheathed in her pussy. "I kind of like it out here," she whispered. "Yeah," he agreed. "We should do this more often." "What?" "Come outside." "Or in the truck," Darlene giggled, remembering when she was younger... and smaller, and they would grope nearly to orgasm and then she'd lift one leg over the seat and he'd awkwardly push his pants down and... "We haven't tried the kid's tree house or the lawn chairs." "Or the wading pool," Darlene snickered, feeling giddy. "Keep going," Dwayne said, confusing Darlene. "Going where?" "Doing that," he replied, looking down where they were still joined. Darlene blushed, blood making every inch of her exposed skin feel hot as she realized that she was still stroking her pussy, pulling up so her labia and little clit hood provided a pleasant stimulation. 'He likes that? He likes it... when I touch myself, when.. Oh, what I've missed.' She asked him, "Do you like it when I play with myself like this?" "Yeah." He put his hands on her hips and gently rocked the hammock, sliding his hardon in and out. He watched and felt his wife open her outer pussy lips again and begin to stroke herself for his viewing pleasure. 'Kegel exercises,' Darlene's dirty mind suggested. Busy hands and busy pussy muscles and busy cock thrusting and... 'I'm going to come again,' she realized with astonishment. 'And I'm not just playing with myself. Well, I am but not in bed with Dwayne at work and me frustrated that... Oh, thank you Lord and Clarice,' she silently prayed as a second explosion approached. She no longer had to consciously clench her pelvic muscles as they spasmed on their own. Her hand was strumming her clit and her muscles, all of them, tensed at once and... POW! Buck and bounce, the hammock providing the perfect amount of give to absorb her contortions. "Gawd, yes! Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuckfuuaaauuuccck!" <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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